"Ever since I left you this morning," Lucien said, "I've had the oddest sensation that I know how almost every human I've come into contact with is going to die. And not, whatever you might think of me, by my own hands. Would you care to tell me what, exactly, is going on?"Meena let out a sigh. "It's me," she said. "It'll probably go away after your next feeding."His grip on her tightened. "What are you talking about?" he rasped."You drank my blood," she reminded him. "This should teach you to be more careful. You are what you eat, you know."